Shrek And Donkey

Just came out of Kush coma, I call it the trap nap

She so get them bank rolls, 50 up in my knapsack

And we heard you bit the cheese, nigga stay out the mouse trap

That is not your bankroll, nigga, stop all that rap cap

I'ma smoke my face off, hit you in your head 'til the chopper tear your face off

Send you to the doctor, they gon' sit you like a baseball

You know they love that spaceship, they come to watch it take off

She a thot, she even suckin' cock with her bake off

I need me a cougar, I'll take Tony or Taymar

I know niggas a kill just to drive my everyday car

Shit, I make plays with your bitch in the same car, ay, bye

Just came out that Kush Koma, the Kush is my aroma

I got that fire on me, won't hesitate to up it on ya

I got some money on me, you want some luck, I'll rub it on ya

You need some swag 'cause your ass ain't got enough persona

You don't know me, I be Chi Sosa, Mr. Granny Baby

I put in ten and got a quarter back, Tom Brady

I'm getting money, buying watches while you busy hating

Don't make me pull out Mr. Snowman, he'll be going crazy

All these diamonds I be buying, you can liquidate me

And I'm so damn high, I know them fucking pigeons hate me

Getting money, I know the bank hate to see me coming

So many blunts a nigga start to resemble TV Johnny

I got four-five on me, nigga feed from

I'm just one call away if you need something

I just wait, then I bake nigga eat something

I put them chrome hearts on, tryna see something

I got bands waiting on me down in Carson

And my house so damn big, a nigga joggin'

I can swing on my trees like I'm Tarzan

Baby, welcome to my closet, this is Birdland

All a nigga want is young, money, and cash money

Slow money good, but it's something 'bout that fast money

Big bags of cash like I work for the armor company

I whip my Lamb', told that bitch to hold on to something

She like she saw you got the dope, I'm like I keep it on me

You blew my high, you keep on talking, bitch, your motor running

Now you can't pull up to the crib, bitch, I don't want no company

My mama knew she had a go, she just like Kobe mama

Why my necklace cost a fortune?

Man, I'm thinking distortion

You see a bitch with another nigga, you thinking torture

I'ma need my piece, need my cut, need my portion

I just hop up in that foreign whenever I get boring

Wanna talk to me, talk to me 'bout some money

Yeah, I stay teasing, but ain't shit really funny

What's up, Duch?

Shit, I'm in the woods with a bun in

Diamond state, dancing Jessica Alba, honey

Shoes cut from Perry, but my jeans come from London

Before I told her the gun shit, I was smoking funky

Whole hood know me shit, even the drunkest

Keep 'em off the ship, man, this ass been a sunk it

Real life stoner, I be smoking like a honky

How I'm in the bull, that's shorter than a donkey

High as hell, think I just seen Shrek and Donkey